It’s that time of the year again.
Or rather, that time every four years.
Funny how, four years ago, I had a sense of where I’m going, what I’ll be doing and how I’m getting there – yet, now, four years down the road, I’ve managed to completely lose my way. Four years ago, I thought that it’s a fresh start, that things can’t get any worse, and, hey, stupid thing to do, huh.
Life’s really a slope with a negative gradient, now that I think about it – you’ll always look back and realise that, hey, life was better back then.